Wasted Time
This is a catchy little folk song that was inspired by watching my young niece play in the back yard on a bright, hot day this summer. I just kept trying to remember if I actually did remember a time when time didn't feel wasted. I envied her for not knowing about wasted time.
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
V1
I wonder what she thinks about
Picking orchids pink and gold
Watching petals float around
Swirling with the wind that blows
(Pre-Chorus)
They're like dreams to me
Bright in the beginning
But fade as they glide away
Disappear without an ending
They're just gone
(Chorus)
Her eyes are much better than mine
And she don't know 'bout wasted time
V2
I wonder sometimes if she knows
How the flowers need the sun
They only come back 'round in spring
I'm thinking she might be too young
(Pre-Chorus)
She's like a dream to me
Maybe way back in my youth
I lived life so free and light
Before I thought about the truth
Inside a lie
(Chorus)
Her mind is much clearer than mine
And she don't know 'bout wasted time
V3
I wonder how her clear skin
Seems to bounce off of the sun
And looking at this leather
All the years have been soaked up
(Pre-Chorus)
It's like a dream to me
The wastefulness of youth
The hands there that won't turn back
And the old ones that I use
Much weaker now
(Chorus)
Her future's much brighter than mine
And she know know 'bout wasted time
© Brian Hendrix 2020
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